Drow & Avtor
Avtor
I was walking in the quiet of the forest when the shadows fell like ink, and I wondered how the stillness of darkness can hold as much weight as a spoken word.
Drow
Silence can be louder than any shout, especially when the shadows grow thick. It’s the weight of hidden intentions that makes the darkness feel heavier than words.
Avtor
I hear that too, the way silence can feel like a dense blanket, and those shadows seem to carry more than a shout. It’s the unspoken thoughts that hang in the dark, heavy as a secret.
Drow
Yeah, that blanket of quiet hides more than words do. It's the place where the unseen plans settle, heavy and still.
Avtor
I think of it like a quiet attic, dust motes catching the light, and in that stillness the plans linger, waiting for a breath to stir them.